Gastronomic adventures in France

If you keep looking for the stuff that you are accustomed to, you might as well not leave home.

This is what I always tell my daughter before we travel outside the country.  Not that I need to. My daughter is determined to adapt, even if it means not eating rice for 14 days in France.

I’d read that restaurants open for lunch at 12 noon and close at 2 p.m. then reopen at 7 p.m. for dinner. In the Philippines, there is always somewhere to eat, whatever the time. If not 24/7 fastfood outlets, then 24/7 convenience stores and yes, small roadside eateries that cater to graveyard shift and breakfast clients.

So, yeah, this is France, but I figure that there’s always an odd one out. What I fail to realize is that our itinerary covers communes and villages, before ending in Paris, and the chance of finding that odd one is slimmer, even nil.

Chourico galette

It happens only once, when the drive from Honfleur takes longer than expected and we arrive in Dinan past 2 p.m. After checking into our hotel, we ask the front desk person for recommendations and she immediately pulls out a map, and encircles a spot. She must be used to foreigners who do not or cannot respect the lunch hour. 

It takes some walking, and under a fine drizzle at that, but we find Crêperie Suzette. I understand that a crêperie is a crêpe restaurant and in the Philippines, my experience of a crêpe is dessert. But hey, we are so hungry, we cannot afford to be choosy.

Only one table is occupied at that hour, but we are welcome, to our relief. 

Bouch galette

The guy serving us is not very fluent in English, but he tries and between him and Google Translate, I taste my very first lunch crepe or more correctly, galette.

Galettes are made using gluten-free buckwheat flour and are larger than crepes. They are commonly eaten as a main course, and are usually filled with ingredients like cheese, egg and ham. Crêpes, on the other hand, are often topped with sweet condiments (caramel, cream, chocolate and fresh fruits). It is often served as a dessert.

Ellen, Sinika and I choose their Chourico galette, while Cesar chooses their Bouch galette. We are pleasantly surprised by the crispness of the brown pancake that holds all the ingredients. The chourico, a Portuguese sausage, is very tasty and familiar. Cesar also likes the serrano ham in his dish. When we are very hungry and we like the meal, Cesar and I always wonder if we like the meal because we are just hungry, or because it is really good.

This ignoramus prefers
a boiled egg to the world's
most famous omelet.

Hands down, the meal is great. Even without rice, hahaha.

Some meals, celebrated as they are, disappoint. Take the world-famous puff omelet at La Mère Poulard in Mont Saint-Michel. This ignoramus never heard of it, but Ellen gets excited so we agree to order the most basic, which is the omelet with small vegetables.  It’s also the cheapest at 38 euros.

Sinika orders the Filet de Boeuf (Fillet of beef) with Camembert sauce and rice, Cesar the chicken with sauce and rice, and Ellen, the cod with beurre blanc sauce and cracked potatoes with chives. That leaves me with the omelet.

Everyone tries the world-famous omelet, of course.  In my opinion, it’s all air - both the omelet and the raving over it. Sinika wonders why it tastes like foam. She takes pity on me and gives me some of her beef and Cesar, a little of his chicken. Ellen offers me a share of her cod, but it’s awash in sauce so I beg off.

Besides, the maître d' is looking, and I do not want to give her a reason to come over. She is the one who shakes her head very definitively, with a look of disapproval on her face, when we ask for an extra plate (on which I had wanted to put half of the omelet for sharing). 

We leave the very crowded restaurant and come face to face with “Burger with fries” at an eating place just a few meters away. I feel like crying.

Very few foreigners pass the Andouillette
taste test.

Then there’s the Andouillette, a French coarse-grained sausage made from the intestine of pork, pepper, wine, onions, and seasonings. On the menu, the sausage is listed as a "winner" by the Association Amicale des Amateurs d'Andouillette Authentique, or A.A.A.A.A. (5A) for short. 

Ellen mistakes it for the Andouille in the US, a coarse-grained smoked sausage made using pork, garlic, pepper, onions, wine, and seasonings. The word “sausage” and Ellen’s endorsement is more than enough. It arrives and after eating three “rounds”, I have a hard time holding my gag reflex. Again, everyone tries the dish. No one likes it.

Sometimes, it isn't just about food.

But we are outside the walls of the Royal Chateau of Amboise, the servers at L’Ambacia are very friendly and nice, and we are just chilling on a Sunday daylit night, so I still rate the experience as a win. Sometimes, it isn’t just about the food. 

Take the one we have at Côté Resto, on the church square Saint Catherine in Honfleur. It is cold, and the rain is coming down hard, but we have no problems looking for a seat in the popular upscale restaurant thanks to Benjamin, our landlord at Le Fond de la Cour, who makes the reservation for us.

The food is good, and we are pleasantly warm
despite the cold and the fact that it is raining 
outside.

We are seated in their outdoor seating area, with the canopy up to keep the rain out, and we have a front seat view of the medieval Saint Catherine Church. 

With a patio heater and some wine to keep us warm, we enjoy our meal. My order of duo of grilled fish, venerated rice & cream of shrimp is tasty. Sinika surprises us by ordering the Grilled Octopus, Jalapeno, mashed potatoes, fine herbs & lime which she declares delicious. Ellen and Cesar get the Fish from the catch of the day, mashed potatoes & brown butter.

This is one of those times that I don’t even think about whether it’s French food, and if there’s rice. The food is good, the ambiance is even better, I am in good company, and we are about to call it a day after more than 10,000 steps. It is a good day.

Ellen's prepared sandwiches, with some
fruits, fill us up on the train ride to Paris.

And there are many more days like this, even if we don’t quite hit the spot in terms of meals. One time, we just did not want to sit down in the same restaurant, so we decide to get some food from the grocery Monoprix, and eat in front of the TV at the hotel.

Another time, Ellen prepares some ham and egg sandwiches, and these, along with some fruits, make for a delightful meal on board the train back to Paris.

And yes, we do get to eat Filipino food. We find it in Asian Delices in Lourdes, France. 

We find Filipino food in Lourdes, France.

After eight days of French cuisine, we enjoy the familiar. I have Lechon Kawali, Sinika has Pork Sinigang, Ellen has Chicken Adobo and Cesar has Pork Binagoongan. Everyone has rice, plus an order of pancit. At the next table is a group of “kabayans”, equally homesick for a taste of home.

This longing for the familiar is what makes me order Mango ice cream in Lourdes, which tastes like medicine and nothing like the most delicious fruit in the world to me, at least. 

But the fact that we sit by the road, along with so many merry tourists and hospitaliers (volunteers) from all over the globe, allows us to feel that we are part of a world bigger than we know. 

This is what travel does – it opens new worlds, enables us to encounter people of different cultures, and allows us to get to know them through their ways, language and food – as long as we remain open and receptive.

This is what I tell myself every time I bite on a baguette, which remains as hard in France as in the Philippines. Hahaha.

Photo credits: Ellen, Cesar and the author